The dog path is immortal, it is not too late to practice immortality from a hundred years old

It has been a month since Xiao Sanniang went to the Seven Star Sect.

Zhang Chongyang was indeed a little lonely and sleepless in the first few days, he thought that this loneliness would pass soon, but he didn't expect that after a month, he missed his wife more and more, and even affected his cultivation.

On this day, Zhang Chongyang walked out of the Bamboo Forest Courtyard, walked down the Ethereal Peak, and left the Echo Valley.

He didn't know where he was going, and he didn't know how long it would take to return.

On the shore of the lake in Crescent Town, there was a light rain, and a boat with the banner of the Xiao family broke through the fog on the lake.

An old man with a childish face stood on the bow of the boat, he had neither a robe nor a hat, but neither the fog nor the rain could wet him for half a minute.

The old man is none other than Zhang Chongyang.

Seeing that the Crescent City was getting closer and closer, at this time last year, the scene of thousands of people standing on the shore to send off the sword immortal was still vivid, just like at that time he was also dragging his family, and now, the shore was empty, and the boat was alone.

Walking in the crescent moon city, no one recognized him, the outdated sword immortal, he entered a restaurant, ordered a table of snacks, and listened to several young people in the next table tell about the recent events in the rivers and lakes.

For example, a young man came out of the state, and he picked the heirs of the eight major sects and became famous in one fell swoop.

For example, a certain flower thief was successfully arrested by Shen Pu, one of the four gods of the imperial city.

As ......

After a meal, Zhang Chongyang listened to a lot of gossip about the rivers and lakes.

Although I don't know if it's true or not, it's all current events.

"Little two, check out. Coming

out of Crescent City, Zhang Chongyang walked to no one's place, took out the flying sword from the storage bag, and soon walked with him no longer flowers and trees, but all kinds of strangely shaped clouds.

He didn't want the news of the Sword Immortal's departure from the mountain to be discussed at the dinner table by the Jianghu people tomorrow, so he tried to shuttle between the clouds.

In his previous life, he was in a flower planter and grew up watching all kinds of martial arts dramas, so how could

he not have a dream of rivers and lakes in his heart? Zhang Chongyang also fantasized about the days when horses stepped on the rivers and lakes and was happy to take revenge, of course, with his character, if he was really powerless and could not protect himself, he probably did not have the courage to go to the rivers and lakes.

But now he is an immortal cultivator, and the cultivation of the ninth layer of qi refining is not to mention in this secular dynasty, even in the cultivation realm, he can be called a master, so Zhang Chongyang really spent nearly a month to realize his dream of rivers and lakes.

In this dream,

he went to the imperial city and experienced a style similar to that of an ancient dynasty.

He participated in the martial arts conference in Liuzhou and witnessed the strength of martial arts masters on the rivers and lakes.

......

He drank the joy of Zhuang Yuanlang, and

also saved an official daughter from the hands

of a thief, he once helped a village get rid of a mountain leopard that had just become a demon beast

, and he also drank wine with an old Taoist priest in a dilapidated Taoist temple where the wind and thunder leaked, and talked about the past.

After some travel, Zhang Chongyang felt that his mood had improved greatly.

On this day, he appeared in Qiantang County again, not to see if the new county order was embarrassing for the people, nor did he come for the little girl of the Wu family, he wanted to see if there was a new spiritual liquid in the place where the sword madman in Tongsha River chose for him to bury his bones, that Wang Lingquan.

Puff~

After a slight sound of entering the water, Zhang Chongyang went deep into the bottom of the river.

Because he had destroyed the cave door before, in the past year, even if some monks tried to find the nest of the silver carp spirit through this place, most of them would have died in vain.

Zhang Chongyang followed his memory to find the gate of the enchantment accurately, and found that there was indeed no trace of the presence of other monks, so he shrunk the flying sword, held it in his hand, and in the next second, escaped into its door.

Entering this space again, Zhang Chongyang's gaze swept over first, and he found that in a year, the head of the silver carp essence had rotted so much that only some bones remained, and the door of the cave that he threw into was embedded in the ground, but not vertically, but upside down, and

the mound of the sword madman was still ...... Zhang Chongyang took a vertical step and came directly to the side of Lingquan.

Looking at the spiritual spring the size of the pot, there is actually half a pot...... No, it's half a pool of spiritual liquid, Zhang Chongyang's pupils unabashedly reveal the greed of human nature.

At this moment, he completely understood why the silver carp essence was so special.

The spiritual liquid contains a rich and pure aura, and unlike the demon pill, it is not polluted by the demonic nature, and can be directly drunk into the stomach and refined and absorbed.

Of course, the spiritual energy stored in this half pool of spiritual liquid is definitely not as good as a demon pill.

Zhang Chongyang couldn't wait to take a cup and drink it, smashing it and smashing it, feeling that this cup was equivalent to swallowing a Huiqi Pill.

But the spiritual fluid does not have erysipelas and can be taken in large quantities.

Zhang Chongyang ran Changchun Gong, and after converting this cup of spiritual liquid into his own cultivation, he did not rush to continue his cultivation, but got up and came to the door of the cave and laid an enchantment for early warning.

Yes, he plans to cultivate here for a while, although no one should come, but it's not for the sake of foolproof.

At present, Zhang Chongyang's Qi refining cultivation progress bar is: Qi Refining Ninth Layer: 66/100.

He looked at this half pool of spiritual liquid, thinking that it should be barely enough to push his cultivation to the peak of the Qi Refining Realm.

Even if he can't, it's a big deal that he spends more time here, and this spiritual spring may still be able to continue to give birth to spiritual liquid.

Zhang Chongyang is somewhat clean, and he was messed up by a certain silver carp here, which affected his mood very much.

Therefore, before cultivating, he first cleaned up the piles of fish bones to the corner, and then took out the futon from the storage bag and officially began to cultivate.

A day later, Zhang Chongyang's qi refining progress bar rose from 66 to 68, which was equivalent to at least ten days of hard work on his usual schedule.

This is the result of his gradual progress, after all, each 'stage' takes a little time to complete the physical adaptation to it and the mental realization of it.

Otherwise, blindly pursuing speed will only help the seedlings grow, and the gains outweigh the losses.

And in the final analysis, even Zhang Chongyang, who is at the ninth level of qi refining, is still a mortal in the flesh, and he needs to eat and sleep.

Once upon a time, Zhang Chongyang's poor wife could only eat Bigu Dan with no taste during retreat, but now when he is in retreat, no one cooks for him, and he can only eat some dry food and pastries to satisfy his hunger, only then does he sigh with emotion: How good it would be if these dry foods were replaced with Bigu Dan!

After another nine days, half of the pool of spiritual liquid was completely consumed by Zhang Chongyang.

At this time, his Qi Refining Cultivation had already reached: 80/100.

It can barely be regarded as reaching the peak of the Qi Refining Realm, but it is not the peak of his understanding.

Then, Zhang Chongyang looked at the spiritual spring pool that did not have a drop left, and swallowed his saliva, it was obvious that he felt that he was still unsatisfied.

At the same time, at this moment, an impulse arose in his heart that he was about to be unable to bear it.

Yes, that's right, he had the idea of fishing for this spiritual spring.